Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 883

Seven in the evening.

After knocking off work, Maja hopped into her ride.

Zoey was still playing the role of her/driver, taking her back to Rosewood Manor.

Maja was beaten today. Ever since Jeff dropped the bomb on her, she’s been on edge, just trying to keep her calm.

When Zoey steered the car onto a deserted road, she had this gut feeling that they were being tailed by a few vehicles.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, those cars behind us.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw those cars speed up and charge straight at them!

Zoey, horrified, slammed the gas, her face turning as white as–a–sheet.

But her driving skills were just so–so and she couldn’t shake off the cars chasing them.

In a flash, they were surrounded by three cars.

Maja straightened up in the backseat, her eyes icy cold. After a while, she finally spoke, “Zoey, how good a swimmer are you?”

“Not too shabby.”

“Can you look out for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Drive the car into the river. Once we’re in the water, save yourself first.”

“But, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

the river was basically

to live, this is our only

were out for blood. It was clear they were

if

the bridge, smashing

of nearby cars, many of which pulled over.

moment they hit the water, Zoey rolled down the windows and

her head hard when the car went in. Feeling dizzy, coupled with a strong sense of vertigo, she didn’t have much air,

hit her, she lost her breath and felt a strong sense of suffocation.

swimming skills were barely enough to save herself. She was initially swimming up, but seeing Maja not following, she didn’t think twice and quickly swam

decided that even if it meant risking her life, she couldn’t let Ms. Pennyfeather get

about to turn back, a figure dived in from the

swimming skills, she knew she’d only get in the way if she returned, so she decided

brink of suffocation, a pair of

was already dizzy from lack of oxygen

like her chest was about to explode from the water pressure.

she about

her waist, and after reaching the shore, he laid

a sea of activity, with police

were flashing, and police were shouting through a

Samaritans were diving in to save people, but it

here was thick, and the night was not lit by streetlights, only the faint light reflected from the river in the

enough for him to

in the grass, soaking wet, her face as pale as a ghost,

was about to die, feeling like she couldn’t breathe, as if she was walking towards death.

someone pressing on her

few times, then felt some air being

too real and natural as if it had pulled her back

she heard a man

careless? Are you feeling